If Ashur ever decides he’s tired of hiding and makes his relationship with Tarquin public (with Quin’s permission or course) the Minrathous gossip rags would go nuts. They’re the ultimate Sexy Pope/Some Guy couple, people would be losing it wondering what about that paper-pusher captured the literal Divine’s heart, how this rando (a soporati no less!!) who seems to the average person a solid five on a good day has so thoroughly enjoyed ensnared the Divine that even talking about boring administration gets the Divine making heart eyes. Tarquin might feel ofd about all the attention at first, but I bet he’d get silly with it, maybe actively trying to seem more boring and plain in public to make Ashur look even more deranged for being so down bad for him
“Quin—” Ashur starts, and then stops.
Tarquin looks up when he doesn’t continue, an eyebrow raised. “You going to finish that sentence? Or am I meant to guess?”
Ashur’s cheeks heat and he fights the instinct to look away. Nothing Quin said should cause this reaction in him and yet. He steels himself, and just asks. “You… practice on the roof often?”
Ashur stumbles upon Tarquin training, discovers he's the subject of a bet, and is bullied into looking after himself.
(read on ao3 here)
Inspired by @fadesense's sparring art that has lived rent-free in my head since I first saw it.
Rating: T
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationship: Ashur | The Viper/Tarquin
Characters: Tarquin (Dragon Age), Ashur | The Viper, Dorian Pavus, Maevaris Tilani, The Shadow Dragons
Additional Tags: Canon Trans Character, Pre-Canon, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, New Relationship, Sparring as Flirting, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Fluff, mild sexual references
Words: 7,110
Chapters: 1/1
Happy Friday! For DADWC, I took a prompt from one of your lists, for a pairing of your choice:
⇴ person a and person b are partnered up together in some context, and they try their bests to act as normal as possible (hint: it fails hilariously)
Have fun!
thinking about tarquin and ashur for this. so veilguard spoilers abound! written as a part of @dadrunkwriting.
business as usual
rating: e
words: 709
additional notes: e for i am describing sex but not in graphic detail. tarquin is my favourite whiny bitch
Ashur was lucky he wore a damn costume, because after last night Tarquin's not sure he could look him in the eye. Not because he was embarrassed or wanted to break things off. No, his mind would simply drift to last night, which meant he would cease to function and would try to steal the Viper for himself.
And if he had him? They could recreate the events of the previous night. Ashur's face between his legs, until they shook so hard they gave out. Fucking Ashur's stoicism out of him, until he was babbling and whining. For his own sanity, the templar needed to hold himself together until there was a good time to talk about... whatever was going on between them.
Never that easy though. If it was, he certainly wouldn't trust it. Mae needed backup today, and even if he trusted Ashur to keep her safe, he didn't trust Ashur to keep himself safe. Leave it to a singular guy to protect two important Shadow Dragons.
"Good to have my two favourite men with me," Mae purred, leading them to the Shambles. Officially, it was liberati housing. But everyone knew that liberati barely scraped by in Minrathous. They'd be lucky to land a job with the templars, and a military salary wasn't enough to support a family here. Often the kids were working and so were the parents. And most missing people cases originated from here.
"I don't trust the two of you on your own," Tarquin complained. "I take my eyes off either of you for a minute and then you're playing in the rafters." To accentuate his point, the Viper dropped down from a roof beside him.
Mae laughed, drawing Tarquin close beneath her arms. "You two have gotten quite close since I last visited," she remarked with a wink. Tarquin knew he was blushing bright red. Ashur was a bastard for wearing a mask. "I have someone to talk to in their shop. Be a dear and don't let anyone in for me," she instructed, planting a kiss on the Viper's cheek before ducking into the building.
The pair leaned against the door frame, blocking the door. A small awkward gap was between them, while they waited. The silence wasn't comfortable, at least for Tarquin. He could scarcely look at the Viper, much less think about what being this close meant. Or what it reminded him of. Maker, he needed Ashur back in bed after this.
"You can talk to me, you know," the Viper commented. Asshole. Bet he was looking down at him wearing that ridiculous hat. Talking would make him want other things, and a safe place for that was far away.
He shook his head. "You know better," he replied curtly. Short. Succinct. Hopefully he'd get the hint.
The small rumble of laughter beside him suggested no. He had not gotten the hint. "She just likes ruffling your feathers. Her way of saying she appreciates you," Ashur explained, a smile in his voice.
"We have a job, unless you forgot," he stated, imbuing his words with all the vitriol he could muster. It wasn't much, and if the sparkle in Ashur's eyes were any indication, it came out more petulant and whiny.
"Was it the kiss?" Ashur teased.
"Stop it."
"It was, wasn't it."
Right. The Viper needed to shut up. He plunged his hand into Ashur's shirt and pulled him closer. He closed the gap between them and pressed his lips against where he hoped Ashur's were. That ugly mask made it impossible for the templar to find his lips, but that was more Ashur's problem than his.
Even through the fabric, he found Ashur's lips with ease. Tarquin surprised himself when he moaned into that kiss, the brief peck that it was. "Don't try me," he grumbled, looking into Ashur's eyes. Damn him.
"Save that for when you don't have an audience, boys," Mae tutted, walking out of the building. She pressed a piece of paper into the Viper's pocket and shook her head. If he wasn't flushed from kissing the Viper, he certainly was now.
"I hate you," the Viper complained, before wrapping an arm around Tarquin's shoulders and leading the trio back up to Dock Town.
I think Ashur should accidentally overhear Tarquin getting fucked within an inch of his life, and it absolutely ruins Ashur’s day because now he’s jealous, yearning, and he now knows what Tarquin sounds like when his voice cracks from screaming pleasure
Thinking about Ashur having always slept alone, his entire life, but then on a stakeout he falls asleep to the sound of Tarquin breathing and now his life is slowly being ruined because he can’t sleep without it now
